Sorry to all the new followers I have recently acquired (Google is finally at 50! And Networked is over 60!) a peek through the archives shows that I am not typically a bag of angst and usually much more fun :D maybe I just need some more sleep.
If this didn't make you go "awww!" then you DON'T HAVE A SOUL. Seriously, this is how we find out who's a Terminator
So yeah, in conclusion, taking a personal evening and stuff to sort through my issues while listening to Sarah McLachlan and gazing solemnly into the middle distance.
What? do you expect to properly brood and/or soul-search without my reflective-pose fedora and the appropriate mood lighting? GOSH.
See you tomorrow for brighter skies and better posts. 'Night!
Shaina: (on taking a Spanish test) So I was trying to write "his arm was broken" but I forgot the word for broken. I know in French it's "casse" in the infinitive so I wrote down "casar" because I couldn't remember what it meant and it sounded close. Except then I did remember what it meant but it was too late. I ended up writing "his arm was married."